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think of youA Poem by LovelessLovely little bones I snap into two. I hear the lovely the sound & I think of you. You crossed the wrong girl & you know it too, I'll cr.. |
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12-16-13A Poem by KristinYou said to stop drinkingBecause it'll kill meAnd I don't know if its because I want to dieOr if it makes me feel more aliveBut it helpsKeep me saneIt.. |
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ProofA Poem by KristinI wantTo live,Be living proofThat everything Will be okay.I wantTo dieSilent reminderThat nothing Was okay. |
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Falling in LoveA Poem by KristinI try to findThings I loveIn the worldLike the sky at nightAnd the wayIt feelsWhenI get to sleepIn for another hourOr the feelingOf sandBetween my toe.. |
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RushA Story by KristinI dont want to die I want to feel death creep Up on me. Just like the tension between two lovers’ First kiss. I dont want to die. I j.. |
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Hollow EmbodimentA Poem by L4rn13Others care for me while you drive me insane. See my smile crack... Scratch off the frozen tears... |
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BonesA Poem by AmandaI’m nothing but bones, A bag of meat and skin. Cut me, I bleed, I’m made paper thin. And they live inside of me, Deep within my vei.. |
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untitledA Poem by AuthoressSadness will curve your bonesAnd stoop you over, killThat inch more of height you hopedFor, weigh on your shouldersLike a metaphor - always soHeavy.Sa.. |
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BonesA Poem by Nik DiCarloSince beginning school again as a studying nurse, I've incorporated my love for the dead with how to heal and help the living. Skeletons are my specia.. |
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Coronary SystemA Poem by KristinYou are so many thingsbut 100% nicotine.I used to needThe stinging,sweet tasteOf tobacco to takeMy highs And my lowsAnd burn relief into myBlood,butSm.. |
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Teenage RebellionA Poem by Kristinthis isnt really a poem i just didnt know what to put so ya |
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StrawberryA Poem by KristinThese strawberries tasteSo much sweeter Than the words That you left me.They cut the bitter dullness of my tearsThat you left me;I trust that they are.. |
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Sorrow in my BonesA Poem by Aevumlong poem |
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Anorexia DreamA Poem by Ambra CelesteAnorexia DreamI hate my thighsI loathe my muffin topsThey are so disgustingMy belly is not flatMy upper arms are a bit flabbyI don’t like lookin.. |
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PythiaA Story by Taylor St. OngeAn unusual twist on the female murderer stereotype. |
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Hollow BonesA Poem by KatDarknessPorcelain bones all soft and hollow like those of aCrow, but you can't fly away in a sweep ofMidnight wings; you are made out of glass,You are glass-r.. |
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